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The classroom erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap, is this the new teacher? She's so beautiful!"

"I've decided, I won't skip a single class this semester!"

"Goddess! This is the real goddess!"

Yang Jian's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he murmured, "She's so beautiful... If I could marry a wife like her, I'd be willing to give up ten years of my life..."

"Don't think about it."

"Brother Su, I know I'll never have a chance in this lifetime..."

Su Hao patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and added in a calm tone, "I mean, you won't have a chance in your next life either."

"..."

Yang Jian was devastated. He slumped down like a wilted eggplant, slumping dejectedly on the table, muttering, "Brother Su, you're really too much of a blow..."

Wen Lan walked to the podium, placed her lesson plan on the table, glanced at the entire class, and smiled as she began, "Hello students, I'm your new teacher, Wen Lan. From today onwards, I will be in charge of your medical studies. I hope that in the time to come, we can learn from each other and make progress together."

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, interspersed with a few whistles.

Wen Lan's gaze swept around the classroom, and she suddenly noticed the commotion in the back row.

She was slightly taken aback when she saw Su Hao and Song Xiaoxiao sitting together, then a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Hey, you in the white T-shirt in the back row, could you please stand up for a moment?"

All eyes in the class turned to Su Hao once again.

Su Hao stood up calmly, without any sign of nervousness on his face.

Wen Lan placed her hands on the podium, leaned slightly forward, and asked with a mischievous smile, "Excuse me, I just saw you chatting with the student next to you. Could you share with everyone what interesting topics you were discussing?"

Su Hao answered frankly, "Teacher Wen, we are discussing a very serious topic."

"Oh? What's the topic?"

"This student, Yang Jian, said that he thinks Teacher Wen is too beautiful, and he would be willing to give up ten years of his life if he could marry you," Su Hao said in a serious tone.

I comforted him, saying, "Don't think about it anymore, you won't have a chance in the next life."

The classroom was silent for a second, then burst into laughter.

Yang Jian was stunned, his face turning bright red, wishing he could dig a hole and disappear on the spot.

He buried his head in his arms, refusing to lift it, and groaned in pain, "Brother Su...you've killed me..."

All eyes in the class turned to Yang Jian, and laughter erupted from one side to the other.

Wen Lan was both annoyed and amused by Su Hao's actions. She glared at Su Hao reproachfully, her cheeks slightly flushed.

He originally intended to give Su Hao a little warning, but unexpectedly he was outmaneuvered instead.

"Hey, classmate," Wen Lan cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.

"What's your name? Are you a student in our department? I've never seen you before."

Su Hao shook his head honestly: "I'm not a student at this school, and I've never been to university. I'm just here today to experience it and see if university life is any good."

Upon hearing this, the boys immediately burst into whistles.

Many girls looked at Su Hao with a subtle, reproachful gaze.

Su Hao asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why do you all have that kind of expression?"

"Are you really unaware or just pretending?" Song Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him.

"What do you mean, 'know' or 'don't know'? What are you talking about?"

Wen Lan was somewhat exasperated by Su Hao's frank attitude and asked, "So, how's your experience now? Is university life good?"

"Not bad." Su Hao smiled.

"The teacher is beautiful, the classmates are enthusiastic, and the desks are quite sturdy. Oh wait, I accidentally broke one of them just now."

The whole class burst into laughter again.

Wen Lan waved her hand: "Alright, alright, sit down and keep quiet, or I'll kick you out."

Su Hao readily sat down, and Song Xiaoxiao secretly pinched him under the table, whispering, "Are you crazy! You even dare to flirt with a teacher!"

"I'm just telling the truth," Su Hao said innocently, shrugging his shoulders.

Wen Lan composed herself and began the formal lesson.

Today she is talking about the fundamentals of pharmacy and an introduction to traditional Chinese medicine culture.

"Traditional Chinese medicine culture is a treasure of the Chinese nation, with a long history of thousands of years." Wen Lan stood on the podium and spoke eloquently.

"From the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic to the Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases, from Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs to Li Shizhen's Compendium of Materia Medica, traditional Chinese medicine embodies the wisdom and experience of sages throughout history and is an important part of our national culture..."

Her presentation was lively and engaging, drawing on numerous sources and complemented by images and examples in her PowerPoint presentation. Many students listened with great interest.

However, a discordant voice suddenly came from the front row of the classroom.

"Pshaw, Traditional Chinese Medicine? Isn't that just a bunch of concocted nonsense?"

The speaker was a boy with dyed yellow hair, wearing a flashy shirt, with his legs crossed and a disdainful expression on his face.

His name is Guo Shaoping, Guo Shaohua's younger brother.

The Guo family held considerable power in Nanjing. Guo Shaoping, like his brother Guo Shaohua, was used to being domineering and speaking recklessly at school.

Wen Lan frowned slightly, put down her laser pointer, and looked at Guo Shaoping: "Young man, please watch your words. Traditional Chinese medicine is a medical system that has been tested and proven over thousands of years, not what you call 'fraudulent stuff'."

"Tested in practice?" Guo Shaoping scoffed.

"Then why can't traditional Chinese medicine cure cancer? Why can't it cure cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases? To put it bluntly, it's just a bunch of feudal superstitions, which may fool the elderly."

A murmur rippled through the classroom.

Some students agreed with Guo Shaoping's point of view and nodded slightly.

Some students disagreed and showed their dissatisfaction.

Wen Lan's face darkened, and her voice turned cold: "Classmate, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine each have their advantages and disadvantages, and cannot be generalized. If you have different opinions on traditional Chinese medicine, we can discuss them after class, but please do not make such irresponsible remarks in class."

"Where have I been irresponsible?" Guo Shaoping not only did not restrain himself, but became even more arrogant.

"What I said is the truth! Traditional Chinese medicine is rubbish! All that observation, listening, questioning, and palpation is just a hoax! If you're so capable, why don't you go win the Nobel Prize?"

Wen Lan's face was already very pale.

She was a little angry to encounter such a tough opponent on her very first day in office.

"Student, please watch your attitude towards your teacher. If you continue like this, I don't mind making some appropriate adjustments to your final grade; you may very well fail the course."

"So what if I get suspended? I don't care anyway." Guo Shaoping shrugged, looking like a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water.

"What can you, a new teacher, do to me?"

Wen Lan's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the laser pointer, her face turning ashen.

Just then, a lazy voice came from the back row.

"Teacher Wen, please don't waste your breath arguing with someone who's about to enter his coffin."

The class fell silent again.

All eyes were once again focused on Su Hao.

Guo Shaoping whirled around, staring at Su Hao with eyes full of rage: "Who the hell said I was going to be in a coffin?"

Su Hao leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking calmly at him, and slowly began to speak: "Have you been experiencing frequent dry mouth, yellow urine, constipation, night sweats, daytime fatigue, and occasional palpitations and chest tightness lately?"

Guo Shaoping paused, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes, but he remained defiant: "You...you stop talking nonsense! I'm perfectly healthy!"

"Really?" Su Hao smiled.

"Have you noticed lately that something's not quite right about yourself...? For example, do you feel a bit listless when you wake up in the morning?"

Guo Shaoping's expression changed completely.

Every symptom Su Hao described accurately reflected his recent physical condition.

He had been feeling unwell lately, but he assumed it was from staying up late playing games and didn't pay much attention to it.

"How...how did you know?" Guo Shaoping's voice was a little weak.

Su Hao did not answer his question, but stood up and slowly walked to his seat.

He bent down, as if observing something, but his right hand subtly patted Guo Shaoping's lower back.

"Is it hot?"

An extremely subtle stream of true energy silently entered a certain acupoint in Guo Shaoping's body.

Guo Shaoping didn't feel anything at first, but a few seconds later, a strange heat suddenly rose from his lower abdomen and quickly swept over his whole body.

His face began to flush, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes began to glaze over.

"It's hot...so hot..."

Guo Shaoping tugged at his collar, feeling restless as if he were being roasted over a fire.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he suddenly grabbed a male classmate next to him, puckered his lips, and leaned in to kiss his face.

"Holy crap! Guo Shaoping, what are you doing?!"

The male classmate was so frightened that he pushed him away, causing him and his chair to fall to the ground.

Guo Shaoping, however, seemed to be possessed, lunging at another person while mumbling incoherently, "Give me a kiss... let me kiss you..."